Ah yes. Jordan, the youngest one of the clan. She had been the youngest (and the smallest) all her life. She was the 4th and final child of the Ramsay family. Sara, Angela and Josh, all older than her, so she was.... Payed less attention than her three counterparts. Imagine having 2 preteens and a child all with ADHD. Not exactly heaven for parents.
She didn't mind though. From a young age, the blue eyed blonde learned independence. She could take care of herself by the age of 7, a surprising feat.
Jordan had also gotten into music, like the rest of her family. Josh taught her piano and guitar, and her mom helped her with singing. She was enjoying life as much as a little girl could. Everything was wonderful to her.
Unfortunately, she didn't understand the horrors unfolding until it was too late. She had noticed something.... Off, about Josh. He wasn't eating. Jordan couldn't have been more than 10, but she understood that what Josh was doing wasn't normal.
One day, she caught Josh coming out of the bathroom. His nose was bleeding and she had heard him gagging. She asked him was was wrong. At first, Josh didn't answer. A few days passed before Josh pulled her aside and told her.
"I was throwing up because I don't want to gain weight."
Even for someone so young, Jordan knew what her brother was doing, probably before he himself even knew. He was bulimic.
Jordan tried her best to keep it out of her mind, but it kept creeping up. Shortly after her 11th birthday things took a turn for the worst. Very late at night, Josh would come, smelling of cigarette smoke and alcohol and would not fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, if at all.
Insomnia began to plague her. The young girl would stay awake at night, wondering what had happened to her role model, the one person she was really close to in her dysfunctional family.
Eventually, Jordan fell into the same pattern Josh had. She would get bullied, called fat and ugly and worthless. So, she stopped eating as well. Cuts and scars marred her pale flesh. But, fortunately, she wouldn't go down such a dark path.
One night, at around 3AM, Jordan was cuddling with an intoxicated and high Josh, unknown to her, as they talked about running away, starting a new life somewhere else, as children dream. She looked down and saw.... Tiny red holes in her brother's arms. She questioned him as she had months before and he only answered:
"There are demons inside of me, Jordy. And they need to be killed."
Only days later did they run off to Portland together. The pair hitchhiked and caught trains to their destination.
They dyed their hair so they wouldn't be recognized as easily. Jordan was scared; scared of what would happen if Josh didn't return to their shabby abandoned hotel, scared if she walked in the room one day and he was lying in a pool of blood, scared that she didn't care what happened to her anymore.
After spending what seemed like an eternity alone together, Jordan finally confided in Josh and said that she wanted to go home. That she was tired of him selling his body to get her food. So, they made their way back to Vancouver. Once they arrived, their parents were frantic. Jordan didn't care. She went back down to her familiar room in the basement and slept for 27 hours straight.
When school was back in session, she had noticed her brother had left and she didn't know where he was. The raven haired girl was more depressed and broken then she had ever been. Her only friend... Had abandoned her. Jordan had even attempted suicide, and almost succeeded too.
A week after her 13th birthday, Josh appeared again. She was beside herself with joy. She cried and cried, never wanting to let her brother's thin waist go. For the first time in months, she went to bed with a smile.